The moment he saw Evangeline, his Beast Eyes narrowed, flashing with a sharp glint.
Suddenly, a cry as clear as an oriole's song rang out from the crowd. "I want him!"
Everyone turned to look. The crowd parted like a tide, clearing a narrow path.
A group of people walked straight through and stopped before the altar.
The female in the lead was slender, her body covered in colorful feathers. Her features were quite ordinary, but her amber eyes were exceptionally bright, like those of a Wild Beast locking onto its prey. Her gaze was fixed on Drake on the altar.
The Old Bear Chief narrowed his murky eyes, staring at Penna. He suddenly grinned. "Alright!"
As he spoke, he held out a thick palm. Penna stepped forward and placed a Beast Core securely in his hand. The moment their palms touched, Penna gave the Old Bear Chief's hand a deliberate, measured press.
The Old Bear Chief understood. As he took the Beast Core, he and Penna exchanged a look of tacit understanding.
